THE
Mourning Bride.
ACT I. SCENE I.
A Room of State.
The Curtain rising slowly to soft Musick, discovers Almeria
in Mourning, Leonora waiting in Mourning.
After the Musick Almeria rises from her Chair, and
comes forward.
Alm.Musick has Charms to sooth a savage Breast,To soften Rocks, or bend a knotted Oak.I've read, that things inanimate have mov'd,And as with living Souls, have been inform'd,By Magick Numbers, and persuasive Sound.What then am I? Am I more senseless grownThan Trees, or Flint? O Force of constant Woe!'Tis not in Harmony to calm my Griefs.Anselmo sleeps, and is at Peace; last Night,The silent Tomb receiv'd the good Old King;He and his Sorrows now are safely lodg'dWithin its cold, but hospitable Bosom.Why am not I at Peace? [Weeps.
Leon.
